In my past life, I clearly took my son to kindergarten. Yet, everyone who saw us that day swore we were never there. In this life, I had kept my son at home. Still, he had vanished into thin air, only to be found dead in the pond near our house.
I had done nothing wrong. Yet, the surveillance footage showed clear evidence of me committing the crime. Why? Why was this happening? Who killed my son?
A thousand questions swirled in my mind, clouding my thoughts. I knew something was terribly wrong, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. I desperately combed through my memories of both lives, searching for a single clue, a thread that could unravel this nightmare.
Then, just as I was about to be shoved into the police car, a sudden realization hit me like a lightning bolt. My eyes widened in shock before I spun around and shouted at the top of my lungs, "I know who the killer is!"
